Grover and Doc

The Adventures and Musings of a Therapy Dog

Skunked Again!

You may recall that over a year ago I wrote about the skunk that lives in our neighborhood. We were suckers and let the little stinker go after we had devised a trap and relocation program. We made the big mistake of feeling sorry for Mr. Pepe Le Pew. Well, let me tell you why that was one of dumbest decision that Doc and I have every made.

It was one of those perfect summer nights that you don’t ever want to end. Doc and I were sitting out on the back porch listening to the cacophony of nature’s sounds under the blue moon of late July. All was quiet and peaceful until I noticed some movement off in the distance. Alerting Doc to the danger I barked and howled, bounding off the porch toward the black and white creature that had made his way under the picket fence and into the yard. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Doc jump up out of her chair with a horrified look on her face. She yelled at the top of her lungs “Grover, No!” Too late, I got sprayed in the face. Running back toward the porch for help I saw Doc high- tail it into the house. What the heck? Was she really going to bail on me in my time of need? Left alone, I rolled all over the grass, rubbing my eyes and could not get the stuff off of me.

Just when I was about to give up on her helping me, Doc emerged from the house and led me to the garage. Being a former girl scout, she was prepared for just this type of emergency. Mixing up some type of anti-skunk smell concoction in a bucket, she bathed me until the stink was gone, dried me off and let me come into the laundry room where she was going to make me sleep for the night. I whimpered from the trauma I had just experienced and Doc must have felt sorry for me as she placed a sheet across the bottom of the bed where I could sleep. Soon we were both off to dream land.

The next morning, checking to make sure the coast was clear, I returned to the scene of the crime. It still stunk to high heaven and so I made a vow to myself and to Doc right then and there. Somehow, some day I will get that skunk and when I do, he will get a one way ticket on a Greyhound bus to that state up north.